“Is this okay?”

Yoongi mumbles, his lips are brushing Jimin’s forehead as he trails his thumbs across Jimin’s eyes, beckoning the younger to look at him.

“You asked me to pet Jimin ah, am I doing this right?”

Yoongi looks worried, too worried Jimin thinks as he wraps himself around Yoongi again.

“You’re doing great hyung.”

Jimin hums softly as he gets lost again at Yoongi’s soft touches. This is perfect.

Yoongi sighs in relief as he bundles his arms around the younger’s neck Jimin’s hair, petting him more and Jimin relaxes to the touch, curling into Yoongi hyung as he rests his head just below his hyung’s jaw, mumbling under his breath why do you always have to be so mean hyung– not really asking for an answer as he snuggles more, and they stay like that for another trillion seconds before Jimin gives away the silence.

“I thought you hated cuddling.”

But tightens his dear hold on Yoongi.

Yoongi stills.

“I do.”

And shifts his hold to secure but almost at that instant, Yoongi feels Jimin’s body recoils a little bit as the younger losses his hold.

“I should get off you then...”

Jimin starts to move but Yoongi wraps Jimin’s waist whole.

No.

“Uh I mean, I don’t hate cuddling…”

too quickly he buries his head on Jimin’s shoulder as he tightens his grip.

“I’m just…not that fond of it.”

Yoongi tries to make sense of whatever is going on right now though he knows himself it doesn’t, but Jimin stops moving as he stares at Yoongi again. He can see the older’s eyes are dull they no longer bites, he looks exhausted, Jimin thinks as he brings their forehead together, and Yoongi winces.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Yoongi whispers low but does not break their contact.

“Why do you feel too warm hyung?” Jimin breathes to his face.

“Don’t tell me you caught a cold too–”

“I’m not.”

Yoongi immediately breaks the contact. His face flushes as his hands travel to Jimin’s neck and rests there.

“You’re the one who’s hot.”

Jimin lips curve.

I like that.

“What’s that Park Jimin?”

“Nothing.”

Jimin says it too quickly as he tries to separates himself from Yoongi, but the older holds him still.

“Lets...uh lets just stay like this for a while, is that okay? You feel warm. And I’m cold right now so lets just do this–”

And Yoongi lets his head falls on Jimin’s shoulder as he wraps around Jimin’s waist again, much tighter, not wanting to let go but loose enough for both of them breathe.

“Hyung…I think you should–”

“Shut up Park Jimin, let me have this.”

And Jimin lets.

He knows that the older is not really in a good condition right now. His body is shivering, perhaps from the cold weather, or perhaps he is too exhausted, from taking care of him all through the night. Jimin doesn’t tell Yoongi this, he doesn’t tell Yoongi that he knows that even when the older lets him have his lower bunk bed the night before, Yoongi actually came down to check on him every once in an hour, because the lower bed doesn’t have a holder Jimin ah and you’re such a klutz Park Jimin you could fall anytime, and that would be very bad for his sprained ankle, his body, no, that cannot happen– ridiculous Jimin thinks. I’m not a baby.

But then, Yoongi shot that serious look that had Jimin agreed to it even half-heartedly. He rather listened to his hyung than have that look pierced through his heart. So Jimin listened ever so pliantly, and when he woke up that morning, Jimin made sure that nobody disturbed Yoongi as he tucked his hyung’s lifeless body that laid sleeping on the floor right next to their bed, pulling a blanket on top of him as Yoongi snuggled up to it unaware of the surroundings, blinded from the planets and the moons and the stars, the world, his world where Jimin lives, Yoongi slept so soundly.

But then again, Jimin also thinks that the older is probably worried sick about the upcoming concert too since he is the only one who hasn’t really mastered the whole choreo. Jimin knows Yoongi hasn’t, and yet the older had so much insisted to be the one to take Jimin to the clinic for immediate inspection last night. Even as Jungkook wanted to go as well, Yoongi remained unyielding, solid.

But hyung, you’re not done with the choreo yet. I can take Jiminie hyung.

Jungkook tried harder, even sprouting aegyo all over the room but Yoongi was fixed.

I’ll take care of Jimin. You can’t even drive ,Jungkook ah.

And the way Yoongi looked around the members, the way he gazed at all of them, they understood this very much.

Let me have Jimin.

So it was no surprise when Seokjin ushered Jungkook back to the studio as Yoongi carried the pain-stricken Jimin to Sungdeuk hyung’s car and drove to the nearest 24 hour clinic.

Jimin hums softly now as he brings his hand to the back of Yoongi’s head, fingers cautiously touching a few strands of Yoongi’s smooth black hair before he brushes a few more altogether– and freezes when the older suddenly nuzzles his nose near his jaw line just below his ear lobes.

“Don’t stop.”

Yoongi whispers, breathing in content.

And Jimin takes in his confidence as he removes the older’s beanie away, carding through and through the older’s hair, tugging lightly whenever necessary as Yoongi lets out soft whimpers, that feels good Jimin ah, why are you so good at this.

Yoongi is pleased, and that pleases Jimin more than anything else in the world, more than when he gets praised for his dancing skills, for being the first to memorize the lyrics every time a new songs comes, more so than when Bang PD-nim pat his head all proudly when he hit the high note of the song the producer had made and praised him for having strong lungs he didn’t break his voice, and that’s a huge thing, because not everybody gets praised easily by the producer–

But Jimin, Jimin at the moment, only remembers Yoongi, and how his hyung is so relaxed in his arms right now, breathing all too calmly, hands holding his waist all too wanting, and this is even better, because Yoongi hyung doesn’t do this, not everybody gets this from Yoongi, and Jimin likes the thought that only he gets this. He likes it when Yoongi gets all soft and breathy when he’s contented, because only he gets this. Yoongi’s breathing feels like a soft breeze whirling down the hair neck, whizzing throughout the back of his spine, sending puddles of milk and honey, like drizzles of soft rain. It feels so, so, comfortable.

And Yoongi likes taking in Jimin’s warmth like this. And when the younger carelessly trails his hand down to his back, fingers dancing as if he is taking a stroll down the pavement of his body, Jimin’s fingers, they drag across his back as if he is tracing every book in a shelf, of many, many shelves in a library, and Yoongi growls lower appreciatively.

But as his hands suddenly brushes over Jimin’s low back, the younger lets out a soft hiss.

And Yoongi immediately frowns.

“Are you hurting here?”

Yoongi is careful when he touches the area again, not seeming to care that his hand is basically touching Jimin’s cheek as he slips his hand in a little to touch the younger’s bare skin.

“Yessss,”

Jimin moans as Yoongi rubs it gently.

“Hyung stop, it hurts.”

It is not often that Jimin’s voice gets authoritative and Yoongi finds himself quite fond of that tone.

“It’s all knots Jimin. How the hell did you cramp your muscle, pabo–”

Yoongi finds this all too amusing when Jimin attempts to push him away a little as he looks at the rapper, lips all pouting. Cute.

“I fell, and it’s just a bruise okay? It’ll be gone by tomorrow I swear–“

“Is it another fall? Or did you get this one with the sprained ankle?”

Yoongi’s voice grows even lower, and Jimin regrets immediately.

He knows that the older thinks that it’s his fault that Jimin sprained his ankle, although technically he fell when teaching Namjoon hyung, but it was Yoongi hyung who suggested the step to be included in the choreography, because it looks cool and Jimin is in the front for this part so it’ll make him look cool.

“It’s not your fault, hyung.”

Jimin hugs the older back in reassurance but not long before he feels a hand on his end cheeks again.

“Hyung, what are you–“

“Let me fix this, Jimin ah. I’m good at this.”

Yoongi’s voice reeks of confidence and determination and Jimin thinks he might not really like this kind of determination because it smells of valor and feels ruthless, he doesn’t like where Yoongi is goi